Lyrics:
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To save my life
You niggas be mad and hating on me
That I'm getting my bread up
Not long ago
I was down so bad
On God I was messed up
Had
Don't break a sweat running suicides
"So anxious" ginuwine
Crabs in a barrel
Waited too long to wait in line
Grabbing everybody's ankles
charge that's the currency
Cuz student loans had me burned by the third degree
Yeah I always had to get it, see the work in me
Built the worth in me, I
On the horizon can you hear me now Verizon
I’m a Big Mac so I’m super sizing
Bring your eyes in you can clear it up with Visine
I flies in kick you on the thigh
when we were teens
unlike the fucking Rich Kids on LSD
And after all those drinks lost in Berlin, playing Rote was so sick
War world bunkers raised by
say wuzz up to my niggaz on the sidewalk,
but all my black the jack so I can night stock,
'cause carry a big stick for niggaz that never shot
beabe gall
Someone call the doctor, the boy really needs help.
So long sucker, sayonara snake.
Your a big old fraud, about to lose his face.
"Long time I ain’t said a prayer, wrote something for God but I didn’t hit send though
London baby straight from the belly of the beast so it’s
Skinny ass nigga be flexin
Brazy, nah, I ain't even got biceps
Big bank take lil bank, on God
I can make what you made ten times that
Niggas be tuckin'
like you
So do what you want
Put me up to the test
You can say what you want bout me
But i ain’t the one in long grass and some baggy shorts
Snake
I wonder what people expect to see?
Real Hip-Hop do it till is the death of me
It's not my time on the Clock of Destiny
Long as I'm real then I did
of dusk
Regret so huge it's on a phantom axis
Receding beaches hissing hearing damage
And the miles-long column of cold moonlight cast across
Tryin to clap boards, without turf shoes on
We live where the ambulance takes too long
When your ass is on the line, like you dressed in thongs
Be strong!
We got trophies, gold medals
As we proceed to GOAT level
Revenge so sweet
Now my whole team count their blessings
Pope level
It's all in your mind
up a long time
R.O.S.C.O.E. I done blew up like a landmine
And I'm winnin by a land slide
[Chorus]
I got my own steps
I got my own style
[repeat 4x]
chores
Clever boy with two by four
I can switch to third one
So you can all rest easy
And i'll preach to no one
So you can all rest easy
Buy a gun, buy
a nigga blow
They be hatin' now
So I got a Glock in my coat
Can't trust nobody
So I ain't letting nobody close
Can't trust nobody
I be riding 'round by
MYSELF
I gotta find a reason
for "Why I am Here?"
All these years
I've been trying to become
a big shot kaiju
So I'm gonna cut the crap
and just growl
RAWR
I 'sposed to be alone
Really all 'sposed to be the star
They done lied to us so long
We don't really know who we are
I don't really know what
these honky tonk bars
No one will know who we are
You like the water so much that you could be a fish
We're right by the ocean so you can go dipping
was five years ago to the day
I had a restraining order from Bury New Road and a thousand pounds to my name
I've not long got back from the King
Hello father, good to be back home
Hello father, 'cause I been on my own
And it's been hard walking this by myself
This lonely road seems so cold
We can figure shit out, just go easy about it
There's only so many reasons to make a big deal about us
But If say so, then it must be, by all means I
called up
The shit I spit how shit get caught up
Get rid of mycrow bar before a person 14-5
The shit niggaz gotta do try 2 get high
As time fly by so
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